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Ding!
The glow on the screen flickered.
Alya frowned, barely suppressing her rising desire, and checked the new email with a red face.
From: [That Bastard Fat Guy]
Subject: You there?
What kind of pickup level is this? Any girl who likes you must be blind!
Howling internally, Alya quickly deleted the message, wanting to pretend she hadn't seen it. But a moment later, another email arrived.
[Hirano]: Haha, actually it's nothing, just wanted to chat. If you're not around, forget it.
[Alya]: ...Just say what you have to say!
Alya gnashed her teeth and hit send. The response came back quickly, the words seemingly carrying that disgusting "Gugu" evil laugh of his, causing Alya to hallucinate the sound in her ear.
[Hirano]: Nothing, just wanted to ask how Masha is. I went too far yesterday, she seemed like she was about to faint, right? How is she, is she awake yet?
[Alya]: She's fine! You don't need to worry!
[Hirano]: That's good. Tell her for me that she doesn't need to come today. An old "fuck buddy" of mine reached out, and we're on a date. Tell her to rest well, see her at school on Monday.
This despicable, shameless, disgusting fat guy! Lewd, perverted sex maniac!!
[Alya]: If it's just this nonsense, then you don't need to email me ever again! You bastard!
[Hirano]: Really? Actually, Masha was just an excuse; I mainly wanted a reason to check on you, Alya. It's been so long since we did it, have you missed me?
Boasting about cheating and sexually harassing the sister of the person you're dating, right in front of the sister you've had relations with?!
[Alya]: Goodbye.
[Hirano]: Eh? For real? Then don't regret it later. The two of us... we just saw something very rare.
Alya simply blacked out the screen, long-pressing the power button to shut it down. No matter what kind of trouble that pair of adulterers were making, she just wanted to escape this fat guy's harassment as quickly as possible before she died of anger.
[System]: You have received an image.
Before the phone shut off, that fat guy really did send a picture. Although she wasn't interested in his cheating partner, out of some inexplicable drive, Alya unlocked the screen as if possessed. She wanted to see, for the last time, what this guy could possibly do to drive her into a fit of rage.
One look was all it took. Alya bolted upright in bed, her eyes wide.
Pinching to zoom, in the middle of a crowded mall, those two figures walking side-by-side were unmistakably prominent even through the pixelated, shaky lens. The boy was a full 1.8 meters tall, standing out in the crowd with a straight, poised posture, his head turned as if laughing and talking about something. Even from the blurred profile, one could see he was handsome, bright, and full of spirit. Paired with well-fitted casual clothes, he had an eye-catching charm.
It was a side of him Alya rarely saw at school. A novel feeling welled up, making her stare at the figure, reluctant to look away for a long time. It wasn't until a moment later that she shifted her gaze, her eyes turning cold as she looked at the silhouette standing right next to him with almost no distance between them.
Long, silky black hair, a graceful posture—just standing there, she gave off an air of being dignified, proper, and elegant. Bright eyes and white teeth, a charming smile; her refined features could be seen even through the screen, looking like the perfect wife every man dreams of. Even with just a small braid and simple clothes, she had a refreshing impact. Though she didn't have Alya's voluptuous figure and her style leaned toward unisex, the temperament brought by her upbringing gave her an air of calm composure. Like a young new bride, she had an inexplicably gentle and virtuous warmth.
The two were chatting happily, their behavior quite intimate, with no barriers to speak of. The girl was holding up a light, flowing dress, gesturing with it against her own body in a deliberate, teasing way. The boy wore a wry smile, but the doting affection in his eyes was palpable. Just looking at the scene would make one smile and remark that this young couple had a real "husband and wife" look; despite being teenagers, their interaction had a sense of being settled and inseparable, calm like water yet deeply connected.
—Except for the bristling Alya.
Ahhh, of course they look like that. After all, they are... child... hood... friends...
She was silent for a moment, then suddenly threw down her phone and rushed out of the room. The sound of splashing water rang out from the bathroom, soon falling silent. The silver-haired girl returned, her face bare, and sat at her dressing table. After a pause, she suddenly pulled out a drawer. Inside, the foundation, lipstick, eyeliner, eyebrow razor... were all lined up, a vast array. The soft light reflecting off them was comparable to the cold edge of a weapon, emitting a feminine killing intent.
Ahhh, they are weapons. After all, this is war.
The girl in the mirror had a serious face and solemn eyes. She picked up a powder puff and began to apply it to her cheeks, like a swordsman sharpening a blade or a general putting on armor. She glanced down, reached for her phone, and sent out an email with incredible fluidity. The sound of her fingers tapping the screen was crisp and rhythmic.
[Alya]: Where are you now? I'm coming right over.